Day 1657, a clear barrier. Day's pictures, Poetry I sometimes focus on what’s between meand you~I see small scratches dirtstill thereafter that stormsome rain droplets ~and on the inside smudges from my fingertips from when I triedto reach out ~I realize that I need to clean my windows Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related